Who Am I
Our aspect of ‘I’, within the third eye,
connected to heart, joy bubbling therein,
transmuting self, as divine love draws nigh,
wherein bliss ignition cascades within,
radiating from each pore of our skin.
That that is, defies delineation,
bliss renewal in continuation,
teleports us to zenith of rapture,
becoming thus, our orientation,
an open secret, thoughts cannot capture.
05-May-2021
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